Oneshots[Req. Open]

A Very Merry Skeleton Christmas

DreamxReaderxNightmare
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The living room was absolutely resplendent with holiday cheer, every surface touched by the magic of the season. Garlands of pine and holly draped across the mantle, interwoven with twinkling fairy lights that cast a warm, golden glow throughout the space. The Christmas tree—a magnificent Douglas fir that had required both skeletons and considerable magical assistance to wrangle into the house—stood proudly in the corner, decorated with an eclectic mix of ornaments that perfectly represented your unusual household. Cheerful golden stars hung beside deep purple baubles, candy canes nestled against black and silver snowflakes, and right at the top, a star that seemed to shift between radiant gold and deep violet depending on the angle.

The fireplace crackled merrily, filling the room with warmth and the pleasant scent of burning wood. You were curled up on the plush sofa, wrapped in your favorite blanket, a steaming mug of hot chocolate cradled in your hands. The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and gentle, making the whole scene feel like something out of a storybook.

"THEY'RE STILL SLEEPING!" Dream's voice rang out with barely contained excitement, his voice dropping to what he probably thought was a whisper but was still clearly audible from the hallway. "Do you think they'll mind if we wake them? It's Christmas! CHRISTMAS, Nightmare!"

A deeper, more measured voice responded, dripping with fond exasperation. "Dream, they are quite literally sitting on the couch. Their eyes are open. They are, in fact, awake."

"Oh." There was a pause. "OH! MERRY CHRISTMAS, SWEETHEART!"

You couldn't help but laugh as Dream practically burst into the living room, his golden eyelights sparkling with pure, unfiltered joy. He was already dressed in a festive yellow sweater with a disturbingly cheerful reindeer on it, complete with a light-up nose that blinked intermittently. His golden magic seemed to shimmer around him more brightly than usual, responding to his excitement.

"Merry Christmas, Dream," you said warmly, setting down your mug as he bounded over to you.

He immediately pulled you into an enthusiastic hug, practically vibrating with holiday spirit. "I've been waiting for you to wake up for HOURS! Well, okay, maybe forty-five minutes, but it felt like hours! I made breakfast—cinnamon rolls, your favorite!—and I've been watching the presents under the tree and I'm just so EXCITED to see what everyone got and—"

"Dream." Nightmare's voice cut through the enthusiastic rambling as he entered the room at a much more dignified pace. He was wearing his usual attire, though you noticed he'd added a deep purple scarf that you'd given him last winter. His cyan eyelight fixed on his brother with amused tolerance. "Breathe. Metaphorically speaking."

"I don't need to breathe, we're skeletons—OH! But if I DID need to breathe, I would definitely need to take a breath right now because I'm just SO excited!" Dream released you from the hug but kept hold of one of your hands, bouncing slightly on his feet.

Nightmare moved to sit beside you on the couch, his tentacles curling comfortably behind him. One of them reached out to gently brush against your shoulder in greeting—his own quieter way of saying good morning. Despite his more reserved demeanor, you could see the subtle softness in his expression, the way his eyelight lingered on you with unmistakable affection.

"Merry Christmas, my dear," he said, his voice like dark velvet. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your temple, a stark contrast to Dream's enthusiastic tackle-hug.